#loveandromance
...whomever wants it.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCXLIX)
How leaden racks hone caller airs' detail
As rain comes marching grandly through. Leaves thence
All whisper soto voce as I hence
What? listen to an airplane's voice, the pale
Hours fraught beyond their import in betrayl,
Cuz love and romance weren't my cuppa sense
According to his measures, no. Fr'intents
"Goodbye." now echoes hollowly sans bail.
Let's know that dreams were only what we stir
To frustrate colder truth's keen tooth. I knew
That when I tweeted "dream come true" twas poor
Cuz he'll not be mair than a dream. What do
We, eh? Nor can aught choclate salve me fer
All that. The Scriptures comfort. Let that do.
12May18a
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
...on love and romance.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCLII)
Frogs chorus in the darkness sweetest scents
Waft through as if romance owns aught detail
Now tis May first, oh me! Just to inhale
Is to cull swooning til I've no defense
Where night'd intox'cate in a trice, good sense
As wont in lover's trysts quite perished, frail
Though aught 'scuse when you've nary hope t'avail
Upon the clock--is't lilacs?! or what hence?
Eat salad after hours, "spring mix" as t'were
With olives, shrooms, tomatoes, onions, to
Effect a treat, potato chips to cure
Aught cravings, what I want is to yield 'new
Where romance tugs upon my sleeve: is't poor?
Were not sweet odours meant to thereby woo?
01May25b
May 12, 2025
May 12, 2025 at 12:49 PM UTC